Montgomery started to ask Maxwell if he would be willing to come down to the sheriff’s office when the front door swung open. They heard the high-pitched voice of an older woman.
“I’m here!” she said. The woman was frail, hunched over, her unwashed hair in knots, her face covered with bruises. She limped quickly past Maxwell, toward the officers. Though Montgomery was carrying a picture of the missing woman, he didn’t recognize her.
“Who are you?” he said.
Before she could answer, one of the men behind Montgomery called out in shock: “That’s her!”
“Lois Pearson,” she said, her sweet Texas twang lingering in the air. Michael J. Mooney’s “When Lois Pearson Started Fighting Back” (June 2012)